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Love is more than a feeling. You don't just "feel" like you love someone--you show it. When you love someone, you don't keep track of their offenses. That's just petty and dumb. Love doesn't demand to be satisfied. Love constantly gives. Love doesn't cause anger or jealousy. All that junk is selfishness. Love isn't something that can be sent, made, or wasted. Love is infinite and, in a sense, omnipresent.
I wonder--about love, I mean. It's definitely one of those words that loses meaning quickly nowadays. When you say "love", do you mean it? I mean, is it a punctuation for a telephone call or e-mail or is it a true affirmation? When you say "I love you", what do you mean? Is it the same as "I want you"? How many of us want to be loved more than we wish to love in kind? That's...something that hit me pretty hard some time ago. I love capoeira more than I wish to be "loved" through recognition within the group. I know that because when I'm away from capoeira, I want little more than to lend my voice and my hands to the songs. I want to play so badly just to flow for the game. I want to be a fulfilled through it, yet I want to give my all for the sake of the art.
When we love, we should be like cups pouring into each other. Nothing is really gained just as nothing is lost, but something indescribable is created. Can you picture that? It's like two streams running together. It's not about what you give or get. It's the creation--rather, the realization of something that was never new. Love always has been outside of time. Time would sooner stand still than be able to measure love. When two people are truly in love, that love simply IS, and to BE. Where, then, does something like this come from? I would love to know.
If there is someone that you love, go ahead and try to measure out how much. If you can pull that off, then reconsider what you think love is.
For me, I like my cup allusion. Without love, my spirit goes from something that is beyond my realm of comprehension to a beverage. A lukewarm beverage, mind you. Infinity. That sideways 8. Look at the circumference of a CD and tell me where it begins and ends. Add 1 to 1 until the number can't grow anymore. That's what love is like. It doesn't start or finish. It is. Love didn't begin when you two locked eyes. When you two saw each other, love was realized.
Let's all take a moment to show reverence for something that I believe that all mankind can agree is beautiful beyond what we can understand beauty to be.
I do love. I love. I may not be the strongest, fastest, or most ravishingly handsome guy, but I do love. I'm probably not even that smart, but I love. I know that I'm done with these other things. I want be able to love uninhibited by worldly nonsense.
So I totally frickin' will. Yeah.
Peace.
I wonder--about love, I mean. It's definitely one of those words that loses meaning quickly nowadays. When you say "love", do you mean it? I mean, is it a punctuation for a telephone call or e-mail or is it a true affirmation? When you say "I love you", what do you mean? Is it the same as "I want you"? How many of us want to be loved more than we wish to love in kind? That's...something that hit me pretty hard some time ago. I love capoeira more than I wish to be "loved" through recognition within the group. I know that because when I'm away from capoeira, I want little more than to lend my voice and my hands to the songs. I want to play so badly just to flow for the game. I want to be a fulfilled through it, yet I want to give my all for the sake of the art.
When we love, we should be like cups pouring into each other. Nothing is really gained just as nothing is lost, but something indescribable is created. Can you picture that? It's like two streams running together. It's not about what you give or get. It's the creation--rather, the realization of something that was never new. Love always has been outside of time. Time would sooner stand still than be able to measure love. When two people are truly in love, that love simply IS, and to BE. Where, then, does something like this come from? I would love to know.
If there is someone that you love, go ahead and try to measure out how much. If you can pull that off, then reconsider what you think love is.
For me, I like my cup allusion. Without love, my spirit goes from something that is beyond my realm of comprehension to a beverage. A lukewarm beverage, mind you. Infinity. That sideways 8. Look at the circumference of a CD and tell me where it begins and ends. Add 1 to 1 until the number can't grow anymore. That's what love is like. It doesn't start or finish. It is. Love didn't begin when you two locked eyes. When you two saw each other, love was realized.
Let's all take a moment to show reverence for something that I believe that all mankind can agree is beautiful beyond what we can understand beauty to be.
I do love. I love. I may not be the strongest, fastest, or most ravishingly handsome guy, but I do love. I'm probably not even that smart, but I love. I know that I'm done with these other things. I want be able to love uninhibited by worldly nonsense.
So I totally frickin' will. Yeah.
Peace.